he zooms into her
she does this to him, pulls him in
with all the gravity
of herself
he awakes into her
like twisting a lens into focus
and he is there in the swells
and the frets of her
at this scale
she is all of earth and sky
with her own longitude
great circles, rhumb lines
her spinning equatorial track
along which her sun meanders
a hay wain lurching
down some sunny ride
he travels within her
dizzy in her arc
he sits in the smoke
of her basalt sea floor
binds hard to her heaving plates
he settles there
a sea creature fallen soft
in Pacific ooze
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